Chapter 114: Stop it, old man

"Old man, we have no grievances, do we?"

Chu Mo retreated, but at the same time, Spiritual Energy frantically repaired all his meridians.

"What a grievance-free claim, Chu Mo, you little bastard, killing my grandson Wang Tao and his parents, today I won't rest until I tear you to pieces, to appease the hatred in my heart!" Wang Yan's gaze was ominously cold.

The very next second, Wang Yan raised his hand, and his body emitted an incredibly powerful aura.

Suddenly, his withered hand, like gnarled tree roots, slightly lifted, and the whole room was engulfed by an overwhelmingly oppressive feeling as if the air itself was twisting.

"Qi Condensing Palm?"

Chu Mo's eyes flickered, becoming serious, "Judging from this, you must be a centuries-old monster to be able to condense energy in your palm like that!"

"Little bastard, you are indeed a cultivation genius, but your mistake is that you're too arrogant!"